Antonius Block: Wait a moment.Death: You all say that. But I grant no reprieves.
Farewell, my sweet. I could have raped you, but I've grown tired of that kind of love. It's a little dull in the end.
This is my hand. I can turn it. The blood is still running in it. The sun is still in the sky and the wind is blowing. And I... I, Antonius Block, play chess with Death.
